Ch. 6: I Can Be Needy

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MJ POV

I woke up in the morning feeling like hell. The dizziness from yesterday had returned, as well as some nausea.

Peter wasn't next to me anymore, but I could hear the shower running across the hallway.

Right. We had school today.

I started to try to get up, but just felt like I was gonna puke if I did.

This was...not good.

Dad was out of town, but if he noticed I missed school, I would definitely get the belt. Or worse.

So I had to go.

Peter POV

I got out of the shower and went back into my room, drying my head with a towel. I was expecting MJ to have gone back to her apartment, or at least be up, but she was still laying in my bed, face buried in a pillow.

"Good morning."

She groaned. "I feel like shit."

I sat down on the edge of the bed, touching her arm. She was burning. "MJ, take the pillow off of your face."

"No, I'm dizzy."

"You don't have to open your eyes, I just wanna feel your forehead."

Reluctantly, she pulled the pillow away, and I pressed the back of my hand to her forehead.

She definitely had a fever.

"I'm gonna ask May to call me in. We're staying home today."

"No, I can't miss school."

"MJ-"

"I'm not missing school, Peter. I'm fine." She sat up, slowly, squeezing her eyes shut. "You're driving, though."

"I don't have a car-"

"Use mine."

I put a hand on her shoulder. "You should stay home. You're not gonna learn anything if you feel this sick, anyways."

She shook me off, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "It doesn't matter. I can't have an absence show up on my attendance record."

Against my better judgement, I let her go upstairs to get ready for school, meeting her in the elevator on the way down to the parking garage.

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I made sure someone was always with MJ all day, whether it was Ned, Betty, Mr. Harrington. Someone had to keep an eye on her, and I didn't have any classes with her today.

However, I went to the bathroom during second, and saw her sitting on the floor in the hallway, back against the lockers, eyes closed, skin green.

I went over and touched her arm. She was on fire.

"MJ," I said softly. She barely reacted. Her eyes stayed closed, and she mumbled something I couldn't make out. "Okay, we're going to the nurse's office."

I scooped her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder.

When I started to walk, she scrunched up her face. "Dizzy," she mumbled. "Slow down."

"I'm sorry," I told her, slowing down.

It took an extra few minutes, but we made it to the nurse's office. The nurse wasn't in there at the moment, but one of the office ladies told me to take MJ in anyways.

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